when I was a kid, my grandma dipped snuff.
I emptied out her snuff box and filled it with coco and sugar.
she took a big dip and started spitting
she did not get too mad, because I was her only grandson and she loved me bunches.
another time I broke a plastic comb tooth off and stuck it in the end of one of my dad's smokes.
when he lite that one up, it smelled like the old dog had just taken a big dump in the living room floor.
I did not come out as well on that one, but I do not remember ever doing that again.
boys will be boys,
I raised two good boys and yes by the time they were grown, I paid over and over for the bad tricks of my youth.